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But I’ve kept my no-nut vow intact. How I’ll last another session, let alone until the season is over, will take a fucking miracle.

“You okay there, baby?” My hand around her throat turns from a controlling grip to a soft caress. “Come back. Everything is okay. I’ve got you.”

My heart pounds as she struggles to focus.

“I can’t believe that just happened." She throws her arm over her face.

An alarm sounds from behind me, the noise soft but insistent, and just like that, the spell is broken.

Her eyes study my face for a beat, like she’s looking at a stranger.

She drives her palms into my chest, struggling with cute little grunts and hisses until she’s free of my weight, clearing her throat as she manages to right herself and stand.

Her hair is sex messed, her shirt pushed up on one side. The ivory skin on her neck and cheeks is red from the friction of my two-day scruff.

“You did something to me, baby. You felt it too, it was like you lit the fuse and we exploded. Fire and ice.”

She sucks in a long breath, smoothing her shirt down, brushing some of the wildness out of her hair. Then she grabs her waist just above her hips, squeezing herself, digging deep for that control she gave up so beautifully a moment ago.

“That’s the end of our session. I think we’ve come a long way today. I expect to see you again tomorrow.” Her voice is ragged from the screams, but she clears her throat, the look in her eyes turning flat and professional as I pop off the bed to my feet, my dick still standing tall under my sweatpants, a strip of her wetness darkening the fabric.

“That’s what you have to say to me right now?”

“This is out of control. I’m never out of control. This can’t happen, I’m sorry.” She hardens her eyes, swallowing, sweeping her hand in the air toward the door. “I—I have a client right after you. Please, see yourself out the same way you came in.”

She’s telling me to leave? Yeah, but the little twitch at the corner of her lip and the way she’s refusing eye contact tell me something else.

“And, one more thing…” She raises her index finger, cheeks flushed, still avoiding my eyes.

“Anything, baby.”

She grits her teeth on a loud exhale, then shoots me a hard look. “Promise me you won’t hit anyone.”

I cock an eyebrow, secretly thrilled she’s thinking enough about me to make that request. “I promise.”

“You do?” Her eyes light up. Surprise raising her brows as a smile crests her swollen lips.

God, that smile. I want to be the one to make that happen for the rest of my life.

I grab my shoes, step to the door, slipping my fingers around the cool metal knob. But before I step out, I add, “I promise. No hitting anyone. At least until our next session.”

She throws out a protest as I walk out, the door closing with a click behind me.

CHAPTER 8

King

She’s right. I need some fucking impulse control.

That thought runs through my head as I stare at a long dark crack, zigzagging from the corner of the mirror in the bathroom outside her office, down to the center where my fist is still implanted in a crater of glass shards.

As soon as I walked out, the tension and rage were right back, prickling like needles under my skin at the thought of her touching some other guy in that bed.

Our bed now.

Punching my reflection distracted me for a minute, but now I’m right back where I started.

I should have fucked her. I should have shoved her legs apart and rutted into her until she was screaming my name and creaming all over my fucking dick. Then I should have fucked her some more, until all she knew was how it feels to have me inside her.

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